Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]January 23, 818 AS
Fifth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

More problems with the Willows family, or my mom to be more exact.

Today's events could be called "traumatic" to say the least.

It all actually started quite frickin' dandy if you ask me. I was havin' loads of fun smokin' a couple of cardamine-sniffers who were gettin' dirty with a trader. And just as the last fella' bit the dust, I quickly exclaimed my victory with a "Boom goes the dynamite!" Ya' know, gotta keep the crowd entertained an' all.

Now ya' see, the funny thing about this was that a strudel-muncher out-of-the-frickin'-blue screamed,
"So said your mother last night." Now first thought that crossed my mind was to find this jerk and teach him some manners. But for some weird reason, which at that time made less sense than Chrissy gettin' it on with another fella' than myself, I answered: "Ironically, what ya' said couldn't be more closer to the truth."

Reflectin' on that now, I just frickin' admitted that my own mother was screwing aroun' on a daily basis. And now we ain't talkin' just one guy. See, bein' her son an' all, that's frickin' messed up.

Oh man, I seriously need some of that cardamine right now.